Okay, a few weeks ago I was complaining that it took me an entire week to make a list of things I had to do around the house. Well I OWNED that list today. I knocked everything off on the list today. I painted the doors that just had primer, cleaned the mudroom, hung pictures and mirrors, reorganzied closets, filled the hole in the floor, hung smoke detectors (that was actually an important one), clean and organized the garage, and painted the patch in the bathroom. The funny thing about the bathroom is that I painted it with the a guesstimation color. The previous owners told me they didn’t have the colors for the paint on the inside of the house. So I painted the second coat resigned that the color was going to just a bit off. THEN…. I cleaned the garage. In the corner, behind a bunch of stuff, was the paint they left me. In the box was a small quart of the paint they used in the bathroom! I dragged out all my painting supplies again, retaped, and repainted the patch. But in the end, I was much happier knowing that it blended. The only negative to my painting today is that I tried to touch up one of bedroom doors and now I can see where I put another coat. I think I might have to repaint. We will see.
I also decided to update my pictures in my house. I went to Rite Aid where apparently no one knows how to operate their photo machines. After I figured it out myself, I pulled some frames out of the closest that I’ve been storing for this project and placed some great pictures of friends and family–both old and new– and the adventures that I’ve shared lately. It really does ad some more personality to my house. I like it. I also decided to retire some old friends that I’ve lost contact with and aren’t part of my life. Part of them are from camp and it was sad because I always thought it would be in my heart. But four years later, I have made an emotional disconnection with the people and the place. It’s taken me a long time to do it, but it belongs in the memory box now and not on the living room. I also parted with some other friends that have cut me out of their lives as well. It’s part of life I guess. I am happy with the people still in my life now.
After getting the house in order, I decided to finish the book I had been reading this week–I Love You Beth Cooper. This is totally teeny bopper book. But I got to relax in my hammock and enjoy the summer evening while reading… one my top 3 summer things to do. There’s also a movie coming out next week and I needed a book for Mexico… so there you go. The book wasn’t bad… not as raunchy as the author was trying to play it up to be. Either that or my tolerance for sex humor is too high. I’m guessing the second to be true. The book was cute and of course the nerd gets the girl. Don’t be upset–it’s pretty predictable. But I think the movie will still be pretty funny.
Tomorrow I get to spend the day with my sister, her husband and the nephs. I’m looking forward to taking them swimming and just hanging out. I don’t get to see them that often during the summer because I’m not down where they live as often as during the school year. They will probably wear me out by 3p. I hope a nap is the cards for me.
Oh by the way, I’m back in love with Glee again. I can’t wait for the season to start.
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I was running at the gym yesterday, and on my playlist is Fighter by Christina Aguilera. This song not only gets me up pumped up, but I have accepted as my personal anthem. Although the video is a bit odd, the words are pretty darn clear. As people challenge me in life, they aren’t making me worse, they are making me stronger. Everytime I get screwed over by someone, I don’t get weaker, I get stronger. When I’m at work, I don’t lay down and take it when a school doesn’t change over, I try harder. So in my life I guess I am fighter. I don’t wait for things to come my way, I go for them.
Occasionally, I get burned by people. I don’t cry about it. I learn not to do it again. So, when I am down and I’m at the gym, I throw this song on and run it out. This song isn’t going to let me quit. Because just as the song says, You won’t stop me.
As we all get ready for barbecuing, friends, and spirits, I am going to take a moment to reflect on what America is for me. I was reading TIME this week and this week’s focus was what Obama could learn from Franklin D. Roosevelt. First off, I admire FDR more than any American president. He took bold leadership, although at times unilaterally, to try to solve the problems of our country. Not for the 1%, but for the masses. Some of his leadership and ideas are now mainstay American principles. But the fact remains, he wasn’t try to serve special interests or worrying about poll numbers, he was doing what he felt was right for helping the people that needed him the most. That’s America to me. Helping those who needed it the most.
I am fascinated with the Depression era of our history. Our grandparents and great grandparents went through more than we could even imagine. Think about your grandfather or great grandfather standing in line for a soup and bread and that being his only meal for the day. Or imagine going to the bank and having your entire life savings gone with the bank that failed. How about traveling by boxcar or small vehicle, leaving the only place you knew, to travel to California with the hopes of picking fruit. Most Californians would balk at the thought of being an orange grove picking fruit even now with the economy the way that is now. However, their American spirit could not and would not be broken. They made the sacrifices for me today to sit in my beautiful home, enjoying a long holiday, with two degrees sitting on my wall. Their spirit is what America is to me.
So as I spend time with my sister and my nephews, I take a moment to thank all of those people of ”Greatest Generation” for their sacrifices. You have single handily made America what it is today. Your sacrifices will always be a reminder to this nation that no matter how low times fall, we have it in our blood from you to handle anything that comes our way.
